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Osamason - Lost My Mind Lyrics

[Intro: OsamaSon]
(Go—go)

[Verse 1: 1borry & OsamaSon]
Look at that nigga, like, is it a problem?
I got that Glock, yeah, I’m finna solve it
Hop in that spaceship, Futurama
He doing the talking, then I grab on my Llama
He do that yap', then i'm calling Osama'
He do that yap', then i'm calling Osama'
We go to war, hoe, we play with them choppas
All the way up, nobody can stop us
He flexing them jugg but, know that they is copper
He wanna beef but, he can’t show me a comma
Hakuna matata, lil' boy, I’m your father, what
I remember days, when I ain’t have shit
Nowadays, I’m moving, being patient about a mansion
In that double O', with double cups, it’s DJ PHAT, bitch
I ain’t chasing none of these hoes, they just want the cash, bitch
Choppa just like Faygo', hoе, it take you off the map, bitch
I ain’t hopping on your fucking song 'cause it’s so garbagе
Clocking in and out the fucking stu' until I get rich
I ain’t hanging with no damn lame, we can’t kick shit
(Oh) Look at that nigga, like, is it a problem?
I got that Glock, yeah, I’m finna solve it
(Oh) Hop in that spaceship, Futurama
He doing the talking, then I grab on my Llame
(Oh) He do that yap', then i'm calling Osama'
He talking down, then that boy is a goner
(Oh) My pockets so fat, these bitches like Ghana (Go)
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
I gotta draco, don’t gotta Llama
(Oh) I’m with borry, like, is it a problem?
(Oh) Just one call and I’m gon' off him
(Yeah, oh) She in love and shit awesome
(Oh) No, I do not do the offin'
(Oh) And I done lost my mind, (Yeah) when they put you in coffin
I’m on—, I’m on gas so I keep coughing
I pour lean, lil' bitch, not coughing
And do my move and (Oh) he gon' copy
And why his main hoe wanna hop in
Tell—, Tell 'em, man, like the gang (Gang, gang)
(Woah) No, I won’t let 'em pop
And—, And lil' borry got that dirty stick (Woah), tell 'em back up off me (Grrah)
We take lean straight to the face
Percs (Oh) and xans got me in outerspace
And this scene don’t got no chase (Oh)
And this bitch got no taste
He gon' run down on the boy, now this bitch done got no face
Finna pull up in this bitch, (Skrrt, skrrt) got his man, got no bae (Go)

[Outro: OsamaSon]
(Go, go)
(Woah, woah)